More rock n roll - Saturday evening… into the wee hours of Sunday.

When we last left our adventurers they had dropped off the bass and drums and were heading back to trade their roadie hats for the chauffeurs caps… That’s right, the first of our two “chauffeur to the red carpet” gigs. This night’s fancy gig was the Gala Awards Dinner where the two categories that Sixshooter folks were nominated in would be announced.

So we arrived at the hotel all set to drive the pretty people down to the red carpet area. And pretty they were! Luke, and the Brood along with Helen from Sixshooter all dressed to the nines. The whole crew of them piled into the van and we drove around the loop to drop them off at Halifax’s Trade and Convention centre for the Gala.

As I was dropping the van off back at the hotel we ran into Corb Lund who was also heading down to the dinner. He was also nominated for an award – which he won, so congrats Corb – and I’m glad the crazy girl outside the hotel didn’t actually poke out your eye in her enthusiasm.

So we had a few hours to kill and so went to dinner at one of my favorite waterfront pubs with my parents and Laurie’s cousin. Yummy fish and chips was had by all as we watched the rain pour down outside (this would be the only rain of the week, practically a miracle in Halifax). As the rain let up we headed back to the condo to change for the CTV VIP party.

And what a party!!

OK before I go on I must warn you: at this point some of it gets fuzzy, all of it was surreal, and much Hennesey (among other things) was drunk so if I miss anything or if anything seems out of order… well, it was a crazy night so what can I say?

High and low lights include: giant ice sculptures through which martinis were poured and another with fat cocktail shrimps perched on it. Endless seafood appetizers, served by cute waiters. Paul’s run in with Ms. Anderson’s bodyguards; getting trapped in an eddy in the endlessly moving river of people between the rooms and trying to calm down the panic-y bass player; rubbing elbows with all manner of rock star, politicians, TV celebrities and the glitterati of the music world…

After a crazy time-out-of-time at this grand event we scurried next door for Elliott Brood’s Junofest show and they kicked it!! The show was so hot the building was sweating (thanks Laurie). There was a huge crowd at the Seahorse just givin’ ‘er all night long. They were lined up across the front of the stage singing, yelling out requests, dancing and cheering and the boys just fed off that energy. At one point Casey went out into the crowd twirling his lamp like a Maori fire dancer then handed it off to come back to play. It was awesome!

After that show a few of us kept on truckin' down to the Warner party at the Halifax Club - which is this fancy members only club in some 300 year old mansion downtown. After some finagling our man Neville got us in to partake of chocolate covered strawberries and Oyster shooters (ok no one was actually brave enough to have an oyster shooter) …along with I think some more Hennessey but as I said… it gets blurry around here. Eventually they shut her down and we all went our separate ways somewhere around 5am.

It was good. So very, very good. And fun. Very, very fun.